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Good times!

No, not that horrible, horrible show from the 70s. Yes, I hate that show. Janet Jackson getting her start there be damned. I'm talking about last night, when me and girltype went out for Pizza with some of our friends from high school. Not all of them, mind you, because there was a small handful missing, but a majority of them. It was good times. We spoke of the past, mocking people for their idiocy. We watched our friends drink and silently mourned for their sobriety. We watched other friends not drink and praised them rather vocally. We stayed at the pizza place until we were the last people there (like 3 and a half hours, seriously) and the people there were giving us looks that just screamed 'okay, can you please get the hell out now?' All in all, a good time was had. Then we drove by the bail bonds place, because it was on the way home, and we saw that it was open. That was amusing. Then I came home and had to deal with the drunk. That... was not.


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Sep. 9th, 2007 06:25 pm (UTC)
good times. it's a shame the hottest guy there thought i was amie. terrible. i left work early, was faaaaaaar too tired to stay the whole shift.
Sep. 9th, 2007 06:26 pm (UTC)
Heh. Being thought of as Amie would seriously put a damper in anyone's self esteem.

Even Amie, oddly enough.
Sep. 9th, 2007 06:34 pm (UTC)
Now be careful with what you say, you know people lurk here...

But this much is true.
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